here sitting with a broken heart
not mended since the beginning when did it start
spackled and paved by the hand handing over the space in my chest
with trust and misused expectation's "limitation" to the cracks in its foundation i must give it a rest for whom i thought it knew best
fixed and tricked in confused contemplation
loss of self is its own condemnation
as the condensation wells up against the pane of a blank faced window
simply learning how and what to feel as an old relationships  widow
fogged is the sea cups filled pouring out of me
lost in its wake in boat tides
afloat the ache begins to stain a faded memory
deceived to what isn't meant to be even a possibility
i am being set free adrift a journey of new opportunity
harnessing my own serenity i am relieved to no longer grieve
what i mean to me